Lyrics:
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's f*** ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
baby, maybe we going fast
Back in the skreets when I blow up, and I ran up
Baby you not going listen up, won't losen up
Back in the mix like Pakistan, we
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
On my wrist I got a 30, on my neck I got a 30
On my hip I got a 30, on my back I got a 30
Hitting all my
Da-da-da-da
Yo, I can't sing, but I feel like singin'
I wanna fuckin' sing
'Cause I'm happy
Yeah, I'm happy, haha
I got my baby back
Yo,
Got your bitch's panties in a twist like
Demi Lovato inside a yogurt shop
I got Gelato and Indica by my side in
The grotto like my name is 'Sir
and your gas tank is less than half!
Better double strap my seatbelt before I break through the glass!
Tyler, I've got this. I know where I am going.
imagine Batman if he didn't have Robin
But I learned a lot, and I'm glad I'm in a click
And please believe, I still drop underground hits
I got your name
don't stop
A-rock the rhythm that makes your finger pop
I said, "Ah, hip-hop, ah thanks a lot"
Ah, c'mon everybody gimme whatcha got
I'm gonna tell
don't stop
A-rock the rhythm that makes your finger pop
I said, "Ah, hip-hop, ah thanks a lot"
Ah, c'mon everybody gimme whatcha got
I'm gonna tell
wanna start
Uh, yeah
I'll go first
Yeah
Lately I've been winning everyday
Feel like first in line, thanksgiving
Got a lot on my plate, but that's how I
the pipe
Don't come by yourself baby girl bring your friend
Lil brodie with me he ready to spin
Praying to God I'm committing these sins
I been through hell
I'm trynna get in my zone
Drink the liquor by the litre
Put my hands around a sexy senõrita
Call the gees then we go and meet the dealer
Hoodies up
the out come is income
So sit back relax take a dose of what I'm on
Body so soft and so sweet with the heart of a lion
My word is my bond baby doll cross
baby
You know we from the trenches, baby
Spin it, block it, spin again, go crazy
I be gettin' high by myself like I'm a loner
I been winnin' lately, but
fuck i'm a rapper
Walking lick, got like 3k up on his fit
cnd we just cooling, who you fooling jit?
cnother blunt getting lit baby come and sit
Lil
and baby joe be cooling
We the sickest in the the city we the sickest for to do it
Ask tweezy he the shooter point the glock at your medulla
And I got a lot
part
Get you cut for it, snap and put it on the what boy
All these rappers got humungous choppers but I swear they got some baby nuts boy
If you ever
much that summer, even had him a baby
See back-back then-then if you had a car
You was the Chi-Town version of Baby
And I was just a virgin, a baby
much that summer, even had him a baby
See back-back then-then if you had a car
You was the Chi-Town version of Baby
And I was just a virgin, a baby
handsome
Tell me why you love me baby never got no answer
Tell me why you love me baby never yeah
This one she a model
This one she a dancer
This one
Put me on the spot, buddy back up
What you know bout that? What he blammed up
Put it in the purse let the cat out
Sharks in the water got hammers
to me
Hey, you can lose your mind and heavy stress moving
Recently, I've been talking to myself a lot
I answer back, thinking 'I ain't supposed
tomorrow
And I put that shit right back like I'll see what I find tomorrow
Young Money C-M-R, I'm blood like a scar
I'm Weezy F baby and the F ain't for
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